Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive
And some more a couple more times
When i have so much more
I got soul, there's more in store
And five days later, maybe more
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
They fiend in the door
Now u want me no more
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Who shows her face no more
Now that's what you call a game
No more money, no more fame
Why they begging for some more
I breed 'em like i'm going to war
Never ever pay rent
The more wealth the more tore felt.
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